You feel a heavy rock drop into your non existent stomach. That voice! You know that voice! That's not a voice you wanted to hear! What was that voice doing here!
Carefully, scared of the answer, you try and confirm your suspicions. "Kathy?"
"Yes?" You hear from above you. "Oh my god, I know that voice! Is that you pervert? You sicko, I'll get you fired this time! Where are you!"
Kathy wasn't on your list at all! What could've happened? She was a bitch, a hot bitch, but still very much a bitch. And after she caught you reading up on the transference she'd been even worse. And now you were stuck as her vagina. Your dreams were shattered. You try to take deep breaths as the world around you moves and shakes.
You need to say something now, calm her down. "Okay, take it easy Kathy!"
"You! I can feel you down. Ohmygod!" Long dark hair dropped down into view. "You sick fuck! You of all people made yourself my pussy?"
"I didn't mean to! It was an accident."
"Accident, fuck you. I don't want you down there. Whatever you want to do with your pathetic life is your own choice, but leave me out of this."
"Let me explain! We can fix this!" you plead desperately.
"Shut up! I don't want to hear it."
And with those two simple words you find your voice taken. You can no longer move your lips to talk, you're just a vagina now.
"I'll go to the shop and get you taken out there myself." She waits for a moment, but you can't reply. You try, but you find you're literally just a pussy now.
"No response? Good, then let the normal adults sort this."
She pulled up her panties and pants. You feel the soft fabric pushed against you again as the light is taken from you.
You feel her running, you try to think of a way to communicate. But for now you can't, you could only communicate if she allowed it and apparently telling you to shut up counts for that.
Alone, in the dark you have plenty of time to think. They probably misread a name on your list, they seemed to have struggled to read it. Maybe you should've printed it.
You didn't like Kathy, but you were stuck. The shop had already said the change was until death. It was mostly common knowledge, but if she somehow didn't know that she was going to find out. So you were going to get close whether she liked it or not.
Regardless, you still have what you wanted. You're the vagina of a hot girl and if the rumors are true you would probably see a lot of action. You wonder what, her vagina, no what you look like. Soft pink lips, does she shave? Are you bald? You think you're bald. Would you feel the hair if it were there? You can't wait to find out more.
The running stopped. You feel a leg getting lifted high, followed by a hard surface getting pushed into you. It fortunately gives way slightly to the weight that pushes down on you. You try to guess what it is, but as start sliding left to right and on it you realize she's on her bike. You're being rubbed on the saddle.
You're squished pretty hard against the soft smooth material, but you're not uncomfortable. You keep getting rubbed on the seat until it stops.
It's followed by more running and muffled voices. You'd love to see where you are now.
There's a lot of excited voices above you, followed by you getting squished in a seat. You assume she's at the shop.
The pressure disappears and you feel her walking again before she once again sits down. Through the fabric and the chair you can't make heads of tails of what's being said. You do know Kathy is angry, you can feel her body vibrate.
The voices rage around you, gaining in strength before quieting down again, before once again whipping up a storm. Finally they quiet down again.
You feel from the vibrations that Kathy is stomping off.
Another bike ride followed. You are starting to enjoy the rubbing. It's not sexual in nature, but the feel of you being squished like this is interesting.
Finally she gets off, you hear some new voices followed by a new movement. Each leg shifts high before a heavy footfall and followed by the next leg shifting high up. You assume is a stair being climbed.
There's some rushing and fidgeting. A massive weight suddenly slams down on you as she's apparently dropped herself in a chair, or maybe on her bed. You're squished together as she appears to sit cross legged.
It's a lot warmer when she sits cross legged.
You just sit there, waiting between her legs. Finally there's movement again. She stands up. The underwear is pulled away from you, light blinds you again. You see a wooden floor far below you and not much else. You can't see far ahead enough. Damn, you really want to see what you look like now.
"Now listen here" Her voice booms above you, "We're stuck and you know that. But I... saw your application forms. Normally they send it over but because your handwriting is shit that message was lost to the ether. Good news for me though, I can shut you up. So that's what I'm doing. You're my pussy now you stupid cunt. You can't do anything unless I want it too and I'll just treat you like the pussy you are. So mostly ignoring you. Maybe someday I'll let you talk again."
You know she means to intimidate you, but you just can't help it. You're a pussy and she's going to treat you as one. You feel yourself heating up, a new sensation spreads through your sensitive lips. It feels like they're swelling? You almost feel like you're going to drool.
"You sick fuck." Is the last thing you hear before she pulls up her pants again.